"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

The kid surnamed Feng kowtowed vigorously to Ming Tian, and every time he said sorry, his head would smash on the ground with a muffled sound.

The surrounding cast contemptuous glances at Ming Tian.

What do you want me to do? He's going to kneel! I didn't make him kneel. Besides, you still despise me one by one, have you ever considered my feelings when I almost lost my children twice in a row?

Thinking of those two times, Ming Tian felt a faint pain in his crotch again, worried about whether there would be any sequelae.

Ming Tian asked them for an iron skirt armor, especially the crotch guard, and specially added three layers of iron plate protection.

This kid must have killed me, so it's better to be careful.

"Okay, okay, don't knock." He panicked in his heart, and even his heartbeat was synchronized with the thump, and Ming Tian had no choice but to stop him.

The boy looked up and said with joy, "Have you forgiven me?" ”

Saying that, he also took a step forward, and Ming Tian, who was twenty steps away, hurriedly hid behind An.

"Hey! If you have something to say, I warn you... Don't come here! I...... I'm scared of you, can't I? ”

"Brother Mingtian, why take it seriously, he's just a child." Where has An Luo seen Ming Tianyi? Even Ming Tian, who was not scared in the face of the emperor, was now afraid of a child, and An Luo was a little puzzled.

Yin Chan just watched, and Wannian Poker Face also had a good smile on his face.

Ming Tian, An Luo and Yin Chan looked at the child carefully with different ideas.

Not to mention, although this kid is destined for Rick Mingtian, he has a heroic face.

Square and square, with thick eyebrows, a pair of eyes as big and deep as stars, not delicate but not ugly facial features, revealing a heroic righteousness.

"What's your name?" Anluo seemed to like the kid very much, but stepped forward to help him up.

Although the child is young and the same age as Mo'er, he responds with a chivalrous fist: "My name is Feng Moforget!" ”

An Luo listened, smiled slightly, raised his hand to check his hands and feet, and nodded slightly in appreciation: "Well, yes, the muscles and bones are flexible, and it is a good material for fighting." ”

Hey, dead, when did you learn this? This should be said by a team leader like me, right?

But looking at this kid, Ming Tian really didn't dare to approach.

"Brother Anluo, you also think this kid is good, right?"

At this time, Deyi stepped forward, a little proud, and a little sorry to look at the child, sighed and said.

"It's a pity that this kid's body and mind are good, but it's a pity that the shadow of his childhood makes him lack of courage, and he still can't hold the knife steadily."

Feng Mo forgot to hear it, and immediately lowered his head guiltily: "I'm sorry master, the apprentice failed you." ”

This guilt is real, the child's eyes flashed with unwilling tears, but he didn't let the tears flow.

When Ming Tian heard this, he also felt a little surprised.

Children of his age, in ancient times, were either farming and worrying about living, or the children of rich families lived a worry-free life and only knew how to play.

How could such a young child join the resistance?

"Why did you join the Resistance?" Ming Tian thought about it, but he still mustered up the courage and asked from afar.

Feng Mo forgot to hear it, wiped a handful of tears and said, "I want to avenge my parents and my sister!" I'm not afraid of any hardship! ”

This kid.

As soon as these words came out, Ming Tian couldn't help but sigh.

De Yiao stepped forward at the right time, touched the child's head and said: "His parents are my old friends, three years ago, when the organization was first established, there were only more than 20 people, Xiao Shaoguang sent the Qiang clan to encircle and suppress us once, and his parents and sister were killed at that time. ”

Speaking of this, De Yiao looked at Feng Mo's eyes showing a hint of helplessness.

"I say he's stupid, not that he's not fit to practice martial arts, on the contrary, he's a genius, technically speaking, he may have surpassed me, but... Every time this child drills, he can't get rid of the shadow of the past, and as long as he holds a knife to someone, he will tremble with fear. ”

Hearing this, Feng Mo's fist holding the knife on the side couldn't help clenching, and his immature eyes flashed with a desire for revenge, but at the same time, he seemed to be unwilling because of his own incompetence.

An Luo listened and glanced back at Ming Tian.

Ming Tian and An Luo have been together for so long, they can be regarded as old brothers, and their thoughts on each other can be understood with just one look.

Nodding, Ming Tian agreed with his idea.

After getting the consent, An Luo pulled out the two goose wing knives behind his back that had been curled like dogs gnawing like dogs because of the vicissitudes of life, and handed them to Feng Mowang.

"Take it, let me see how capable you are now."

An Luo, this stupid big man, don't look at him as a mentally retarded person, once he faces a battle, even if it is just training, he will become extremely resolute.

Seeing this, Deyi also retreated with a playful attitude, and at the same time motioned to the surrounding to make room.

Feng Mo forgot to look at the goose wing knife in front of him, obviously he had never taken a real knife, and took it a little tremblingly.

But I have to say that even if he is a child with stupid talent, after all, after three years of hard training, even Ming Tian picked up the goose wing knife that felt quite heavy in his hand as if it was made of paper.

An Luo smiled slightly and threw the goose wing knife in his hand.

The knife crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and thud into the green earth with a bang.

"Ann... What weapon do you use? Feng Mo asked puzzled.

An Luo picked up the wooden knife that originally belonged to this kid and waved it lightly: "I'll use this." Come on, come over with the heart to kill me, and let me see how good you are. ”

An Luo's invitation to battle obviously made Feng Mowei a little overwhelmed.

With the knife in both hands, he trembled a little, after all, An Luo had experienced a hundred battles, even if he didn't know him, just the momentum when he was serious could feel the explosive power rich in the strong muscles.

For a long time, as if he had exhausted all the courage of his body, Feng Mo forgot to raise his sword high, and rushed towards An Luo with a shout.

But...

An Luo shook his head helplessly, seemingly a little disappointed.

Ming Tian, who was watching the battle, saw that Feng Mo's posture of raising his sword was not professional at all, and he really couldn't tell that it was three years of hard training.

Sure enough, An Luo just closed his eyes and waved the wooden knife.

With a bang, Feng Mo's goose wing knife was knocked out by him.

The kid was still stunned, because Anluo's knife was so fast that he didn't even have time to see the trajectory clearly.

"If it's on the battlefield or in a duel, losing a weapon means death."

An Luo said indifferently, his solemn posture made people imagine that he was the strong man who would cry just now because he looked in the mirror and saw that he was too ugly.

Feng Mo looked at the strong man in front of him blankly, his delicate face trembling slightly because of fear.

"But... But you're not an enemy, if it's Xiao Shaoguang or the Qiang clan, I'll definitely ......"

"I just want to see your strength, but you can't even hold the knife steadily, where do you have the confidence to think that you can compete with the Qiang clan when facing it?"

I'll go, you guy would say such philosophical things? Difficult... Could it be that you... You...... You're not an idiot?!

Ming Tian was slightly shocked.

An Luo's words made Feng Mowei bow his head slightly.

The small fists were clenched, and it could be seen that this teenage child already had a lot of calluses on his hands, and he must have practiced desperately.

This shame is not only Mingtian, An Luo is also aware of it.

He put down the wooden knife and said indifferently: "My body shape is very similar to the Karma, imagine it, I am the Karma, I am the Karma who killed your parents and sister, I am holding their heads and laughing at you......"

These words seemed to hit the depths of Feng Mowu's young heart.

His tiny body began to tremble a little.

Saying that, An Luo deliberately pretended to have a hideous smile: "How is it?" Lao Tzu killed your father and mother, and also killed your sister, what can you do with me? Brat? Your mom and dad can't protect your sister, and so are you! ”

I have to say that An Luo does have a set of pretending to be a bad guy, because he is too ugly, so his face is particularly flat when he laughs.

It's just that Ming Tian has known him for so long, and the first time he saw him smiling so cheaply, he couldn't help but want to go up and kick him in the face.

This kid seems to be quite loyal and honest, and when he was so provoked by Anluo, he obviously lost his mind and couldn't distinguish friend from foe.

"I... I don't allow you to insult my father and mother. A tear welled up in his eye.

Seeing that it was effective, An Luo's smile became even more perverted, and even dragged his tongue outside: "Your parents are waste!" Otherwise, how could your sister be killed by me! If you want me to say it a few times! Waste, waste! Rubbish!!! ”

"Not allowed... You are not allowed to ......"

"What are you not allowed to me? Your parents are a waste, you are a waste, your whole family is a ...... Rubbish!!! ”

"Ahh!!!!!h

The cowardly child broke out!

A roll, pulled out the goose wing knife inserted in the ground, dragged the tip of the knife to the ground, pulled out a large string of sparks, and the small body turned into a divine wind in an instant!

He was so angry that he even forgot that the person in front of him was Anluo, not the Qian.

The little warrior who approached at great speed was greeted with a dragon-like killing intent.

Anluo's smile froze for a moment.

"It's... This kid ......"

Not only An Luo, but even Ming Tian was stunned when he looked at this scene!

This... Is this a child?!

"Bah...... Yikes!! "A knife from the bottom up, the air cut by the knife rolled up a gust of wind.

Anluo has been on the battlefield for a long time, and the instincts of the beast inform the power of this sword.

Set up a wooden knife to block ......

Bang dang...

No matter how hard a steel and wood knife is, it is still a wooden knife! The collision with the goose wing knife suddenly exploded a large piece of tissue at the point of contact.

Wood chips fly out in powder.

How powerful is this knife? Anluo was actually cut back a step!

"The Karma... Karma! Karma !!! ”

The power of anger drove this kid to burst out of his true strength!

An Luo was stunned for a moment, and then a smile of excitement crossed his face.

"Interesting!"

Throwing away the wooden knife, he rolled down, rushed to the position of the other goose wing knife just now, and pulled out the battle knife.

However, as soon as he turned around, he saw that Feng Mo's knife was already close at hand!

Boom!

The sparks that burst out between knives like a bomb are reminiscent of the molten iron of a steel mill!

The ghost knew that Feng Mowu's small body contained such a powerful power.

The knife in his hand seems to be no longer an iron weapon, but a tornado-like natural disaster!

The slashing of the storm hit head-on, and An Luo waved the knife in his hand, attacking so seriously for the first time since he walked with Ming Tian!

Boom...

Fast to the dazzling knife fight, the sparks burst into red art.

Between the two of them, because of the dance of the knife, the dust on the ground couldn't help but be blown away in the direction away from them.

Ming Tian was stunned.

Anluo is not like a human in the first place, but I didn't expect there to be a freak child here who can match Anluo?!

In the face of An Luo's oncoming horizontal split, this kid was able to block it without retreating!

You know, the power of this knife should be more than two hundred catties, right? The child's weight is only sixty or seventy pounds, how strong is this child?

He's just a kid who's just starting to develop?!

Horizontal slash, vertical slash, upward pick, diagonal slash, this battle contains almost all knife-related techniques.

Not to mention Ming Tian, even the hundreds of strong men and Deyi Ao who watched the battle were dumbfounded.

Bang dang!

Picking away the oncoming blade, Feng Mo forgot to probe his body, and the knife stabbed straight at An Luo.

The eyes burning with anger outline the blood-colored trajectory!

An Luo was startled, and barely tilted his head to dodge, but he was still three points behind, and the blade left a mark on his face by a fraction of a minute!

"You kid...... Interesting! "Anluo is excited!

Obviously, no one thought that Feng Moshu could have such a strong combat effectiveness as such a child? can actually fight against such a strong person as Anluo to such a point!

But...... A child is a child after all.

After seven or eight minutes of fighting with all his might, the child's face began to turn blue.

The battle was too high-intensity for him as a child, and it was obviously a little out of breath.

On the other hand, Anluo, who has experienced countless wars, has not breathed in the slightest.

Feng Mowang's speed slowed down by three points with the consumption of physical strength, and when his physical strength could not keep up, he gradually began to retreat.

Tears and anger sustained him, but...

The winner is decided!

An Luo's eyes froze, and he grabbed his momentary stagnation, and raised his hand to stab.

With a bang, the knife slashed right at the seam between the jaw and the blade.

Feng Moyue, who was physically exhausted, finally couldn't withstand the power of this knife and let go.

The knife was so fast that no one could even see where it flew.

With a bang, raise your leg and kick your child in the abdomen.

Feng Mo forgot to cross his hands to block, but the strength was too great, and his small body suddenly flew out three or four meters like a broken paper kite before falling heavily to the ground.

When he looked up, the knife was already in his throat.

The winner is decided.

At this second, there was no sound at the scene, and the dingdong sound of the copper plate in a strong man's pocket falling to the ground was clear and audible.

Feng Mowu seemed to be a little unwilling and wanted to get up, but he had to stay sitting when he was hit by the knife that had been dropped.

After a long silence, a bright smile appeared on An Luo's serious face.

"Pretty fight!"

Among the fighters, there is no need for too much praise, four words are enough to express Anluo's recognition of him.

Feng Mo forgot to look at the strong man in front of him and lowered his head unwillingly.

"I'm still too weak."

"No, you're strong." An Luo put away the knife, helped him up and asked with a smile: "Let me ask you, how did you feel just now?" ”

"Feelings?"

Feng Mowu seemed to have just regained his senses, and lowered his head and thought about it: "I feel that my blood is boiling, my brain is blank, and my body is naturally controlled by anger. ”

An Luo, who received the reply, nodded like a teacher who has received a perfect score from a student.

"That's right, it's anger! Anger is a warrior's strongest force. Don't feel inferior, you are strong, you are the strongest among the Central Plains people I have ever seen, work hard, learn this anger, and... Don't be controlled by anger, but control your anger and your strength will be stronger. ”

"Control... Wrath? Feng Mofu looked at An Luo ignorantly, and nodded as if he didn't understand.

This battle was very exciting.

Ming Tian didn't expect that this little ghost who was in harmony with his own five elements would be able to be equal to An Luo in a short period of time.

That strength, I'm afraid it's enough to kill a single clan, right? He's just a kid, if he continues to train, when he comes of age, that strength...

Ming Tian couldn't imagine what kind of strong man this child would be when he grew up? It is certain that when he becomes an adult, even Anluo is not his opponent.

"Brother Anluo is really powerful."

Deyi stepped forward and clapped his hands, not sparing his appreciation.

An Luo smiled, and returned to the appearance of that stupid big man: "No, I just think this kid is quite similar to me when I was a child, my parents killed sheep, I was killed by the Qiang clan when I was a child, if it weren't for the county lord's father, Lord Xiao Lan took me in, I'm afraid I wouldn't have survived today." ”

When De Yiao heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then thought for a while, and asked: "In this case, otherwise, what about my bad disciple who has been with you since then, I feel that I have nothing to teach him in the battle just now." ”

When An Luo heard this, he looked down at Feng Moyi, the kid had regained his senses and was looking at him with expectant eyes.

An Luo felt that this look was very familiar, and it was the look that asked Xiao Lan to take him in when he was a child.

After a long time, An Luo nodded: "Okay, this kid, follow me in the future." ”

Anluo finally accepted his apprentices.

Ming Tian, who was watching this scene, didn't feel relieved at all.

Although this kid feels quite inspiring, why does it always feel cold to me?

"Hey! Feed! Mingtian! Yin Chan on the side suddenly stepped forward to talk.

Ming Tian was a little puzzled: "What?" What's up? ”

Yin Chan looked down at Ming Tian's crotch: "Aren't you curious where the knife that was sent flying by An Luo just now went?" ”

This question was asked by Ming Tian, who had a black question mark on his face.

It wasn't until Yin Chan pointed to his bottom that Ming Tian looked down.

I saw that the knife, which had been cut like a dog had been gnawed, was facing upwards, passing through the middle of his legs, and nailed to the wooden door against which he was leaning.

The crotch guard I wore was actually cut in two layers! Fortunately, there is a crotch guard, which deflects the angle of the knife, otherwise...

I'll go, any knife flying out of his hand will shoot at my chickens? Are my chickens magnets? Did you do it on purpose?!!!

My dear mother! Luckily, I wore three layers of iron crotch guards! Otherwise, Lao Tzu would really become a eunuch!!

Fate! Fate is against each other!!

Seeing that child talking and laughing with An Luo, Ming Tian made a decision.

I'm going to the blacksmith tomorrow to get a ten-layer crotch guard out!

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5000+ words chapter, a chapter top 2 and a half chapters, full of sincerity to ask for recommendation!